Lang, Chloe - Running Wilde [The Brothers of Wilde, Nevada 3] (Siren Publishing LoveXtreme Forever) (3 page)

Jessie gasped, but didn’t say a word. The woman was a natural sub, and that drove him wild with lust. He placed the blindfold over her head and covered her eyes with it. Then he gently pulled Jessie’s arms behind her and put the handcuffs on her. She looked incredibly sweet and deliciously voluptuous. Together he and Phoenix lifted her to her feet. They walked her to the truck, helping her in.

“Where are we going, Sir?”

“You’ll see soon enough.” Phoenix pulled the truck’s seat belt and shoulder strap over her naked body.

“I don’t want anyone to see me this way. May I have my clothes, Sir?”

“You said you trusted me. Do you, or was that a lie?” Phoenix asked.

She bit her lip. “I trust you, Sir.”

“No clothes. No one will see you where you’re going.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

“You’re welcome, angel.” Phoenix shut her door.

Dallas walked with Phoenix a few steps away from the truck. “Bro, she’s amazing. I thought that the minute I saw her. Now, I know it.”

Phoenix nodded. “God, she is. Be gentle with her. I think she’s had enough of the rough stuff for one night.”

“I plan on it.”

“She might freak a bit at first, just take your time. She’ll warm up to you. Whatever you do, don’t talk about the mine or her fact-finding.”

The situation with her was delicate. She was in Wilde to review the crazy accidents that had occurred at his family’s mine. The last thing Dallas wanted was for her to think he was trying to manipulate her to go light on her investigation.

“I won’t.”

“Remember, don’t tell her about what we have in mind with her.”

He bristled. Lying wasn’t his forte. “I know. Stick to the plan. Stop lecturing me as if you were my older brother, okay?”

Phoenix laughed. “Sure thing. Let’s hope Austin is still in the dark about all this.”

“I really doubt that.” Their eldest brother, Austin, was too smart to be duped for long. He’d made it really clear that he didn’t want any of them trying to seduce Jessie. The dads had left him in charge of the mine, and he was taking it very seriously.

“Me either. Still, until we know he had nothing to do with Jessie’s brakes being cut, we need to keep him out of the loop.”

“Agreed. But, bro, I don’t think he really would do anything to harm a woman. Sure, he lives his Dom role day in and day out, but he’s not someone who wants to damage a woman. Besides, aren’t we all pushing Jessie to get her ready to bed him?”

Phoenix shrugged. “I suppose so. That’s down the road a piece from now. First, you need to win her to you. You think you can do that?”

“Oh, yes.”
I’ll throw out all the stops and win Jessie’s heart and more.

* * * *

Jessie’s arms were behind her back and handcuffed together. The seat belt held her tight, and her bottom wiggled on the truck’s seat. The night with Phoenix and Dallas had been amazing. Her body still thrummed with desire. Thankfully, there would be more. But now, it would be
one-on-one.
A part of her was relieved, but another, more wicked part of her was disappointed.

When the driver’s door opened and she felt the truck shift slightly with the weight of the dreamy cowboy who entered its cab, she sighed. The other truck roared to life, and she listened to it speed away.

Dallas is gone. Probably for the best. Tonight is a sequel to my first time at the tree with Dallas. This has to be my last time with him.
Sadness gripped her as she thought about that fact, but she believed that taking on two Wilde brothers was enough to deal with as it was. Adding another to the mix would be insane.

The vibration of the truck lulled her to dreaminess. Phoenix was probably taking her to his house. That would be perfect. She inhaled deeply to get a whiff of his amazing scent of leather and forest. Her jaw dropped at what her nose breathed in—musk and fresh coffee. The driver wasn’t Phoenix at all.

Her heart thwacked her ribs like a sledgehammer. She wanted to scream, but couldn’t find the voice. What kind of woman did he and Phoenix think she was?

She heard Dallas press the buttons on the truck’s radio. A country ballad filled the cab, only adding to her anxiety and growing anger. A female sang about her cheating husband.
Cheating.
This was so much more than cheating. This was insane. Still, she couldn’t find words. Had the Wilde brothers tricked her into believing she was special just to keep her from discovering what was really behind the accidents at their family mine? Her confusion kept her tears at bay, and her mouth shut. And still, Dallas drove down the road with her naked, handcuffed, and blinded.

When the truck finally came to a stop, she found her voice and her fury. “You assholes!” How could they do this to her? What kind of woman did they think she was?

“Love, settle down. Everything is going to be okay.”

Like one of Pavlov’s dogs, she answered shakily, “Y-Yes, Sir.”
Oh, God! This is nuts. What have I gotten myself into?

“Good girl.”

When she felt Dallas’s calloused hand squeeze her thigh, her body jerked, and she screamed, “Alaska! Alaska! Alaska!”

Instantly she felt his hand leave her thigh.

“Okay, love. I won’t touch you.” His tone seemed filled with sadness and regret.

“I-I w-want these h-handcuffs a-and b-blindfold o-off.”

“Of course, Jessie.”

She felt him remove the handcuffs. When her hands were free, she pulled her arms around her chest. Her entire body shook violently. What kind of men were the Wilde brothers? Did they have to pass a woman around in order to get off? Once they’d all had a stab at her, was their plan to kick her to the curb? She tried to hold back her tears but failed just as Dallas removed the blindfold.

“Try to relax, Jessie. I’m not going to do anything to you.”

Her hands came up to her face, and she covered her eyes. “God, I can’t believe this. I’m an idiot.”

“Don’t say that.

“Stop telling me what to do, damn it.” She lifted her head and glared at him. “Screw your protocols. They’re nothing but bullshit.”

“Okay. You’ve said your safe word.” He lifted his hands up like a criminal surrounded by a SWAT team. “If you want, I can get out of the truck.”

“Give me my clothes,” she said through gritted teeth.

“Okay.” He opened his door and left her alone in the cab for a moment.

She glanced around. They were parked in front of an amazing rock house. The place was a single-story with an exterior of rugged river rock that combined with the natural beauty around it.
Dallas’s home.
She was glad no one was around to see her in her current condition, but she also wished someone was there that she could hitch a ride with back to her hotel.

Dallas returned with a satchel that he must’ve gotten from the bed of the truck. “Your clothes are in here.” He passed it over.

She jerked it from him. “You guys are unbelievable. Don’t say a word. Not now. Just don’t look at me while I dress.”

He nodded and turned around.

Pulling her clothes out of the bag, she noticed that they were folded neatly, not wadded up as she’d expected.
The Wilde brothers treat my clothing better than me.
She slipped on her panties then her bra. Quickly, she put on her jeans and shirt, socks, and shoes. More angry tears fell.

“Where’s my cell phone?” she spat. She had no intention of letting him drive her back to the Hotel Cactus.

“On the dashboard,” Dallas answered with his back still to her.

She looked up and saw it. She grabbed it up and realized her battery was dead.
Damn, I forgot to charge it last night.
“Where’s your phone? I’d like to use it.”

He didn’t turn around. “It’s in my pocket, but there isn’t any service here.”

“Great. Go ahead. You can face me.”

Dallas whipped back to her, revealing a face full of remorse. She didn’t like the control she was having over him. It didn’t ring true to her nature. But the outrage boiling inside her would not be stilled.

“What kind of deviants are you and your brothers? I gave up my virginity to Jackson. I know we’ve all played around. You guys shared me. I thought it was just fun and games. Turns out, it’s only games, and I’m the loser.”

“You’re not a loser, Jessie.”

“This is probably about your family’s mine. Austin put you up to this, right?”

“No. Nothing like that.”

She clenched her jaw tight and narrowed her eyes. His met her gaze and never faltered. He didn’t seem to be attempting some silent battle of wills with her. No. Instead, he looked dejected.

“Then tell me why, Dallas. Why me?”

“Because you’re not like anyone I’ve ever known.” He sounded sincere.

“I’ve done it again, only this time is way worse.” She thought about how foolish she’d been with her ex-fiancé Michael. He turned out to be gay. Most every woman would’ve seen that from a mile away. Not her. Her instincts sucked when it came to gay men. Apparently, they also sucked when it came to straight cowboys.

“Love, please. Let me explain.”

“Stop calling me
love
. All right?”

“Okay.”

“I’m listening, Dallas. Give me your best line of BS.”

“The minute you came to town, we knew.”

“Who knew what?”

“All of us, I guess. Jackson didn’t hesitate. He may be the youngest, but he’s also the smartest. Phoenix was on board right after that. I thought so, but was worried that you wouldn’t understand what we wanted.”

Her head spun. “You’re talking in circles. Tell me the truth.”

“Here it is. Jackson, Phoenix, and I all want a wife.”

“And?”

“Not a wife each, but one wife. One to share.”

She gulped. “What?”

“Haven’t you noticed how things work in Wilde? You’ve been to the Horseshoe Bar and Grill. What have you seen there?”

Jessie recalled her first night in the small town. She’d seen the two cowboys pawing the woman, and no one seemed alarmed or shocked by their behavior save Jessie. Come to think about it, she’d seen more examples in Wilde where two or more men held on to one woman. Being a native New Yorker, she’d barely taken note of it.

“I guess I have seen what you’re talking about.”

“Have you ever heard of plural marriages?”

“I’m from Manhattan. I read.” Honestly, she really didn’t know much about such things, but she continued. “But I thought that was more of a one man several women kind of thing.”

“Not here.” Dallas leaned into the cab.

“So everyone in Wilde is into this?”

“No. There’s several families with one husband and one wife.”

“Why? A religious practice of some sort?”

“No, sweetheart. It’s just been the norm here for generations. Jackson, Phoenix, and I grew up in a home with three dads and one mom. It’s what we know.”

“Oh, my God. Daniel, Craig, and Dillon Wilde are your dads?”